Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.